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Soarin'Soaring overhead on bright blue wings
Pushing clouds and doing nothings
I may read books but I'm not an egghead
because I'm awesome andI eatin races i'm always aheadI don't need good looks or a pretty smile
Cause nopony can match my style
She may be a model but surely you see
Fluttershy's got nothing on me
ugh this is so boringTwilight i hate youPonies try to push me, it has no affect
I push right back, there's a lot more affect
Their blown away by the force of my affect
I can't think of another word thatrymerhymes with affect
dumb poemAll are in awe at my awesomeness
I also got coolness and radicalness
There's no one else anypony'd rather be
Rainbow Dash is best pony
Twilight blinked, using her magic to slowly turn the page, both hoping and dreading that there would be more; however, the next page was blank. ...That's it? She looked up at the rainbow-maned pegasus seated in front of her, who was ruffling her wings uncomfortably and doing her best to avoid eye contact.
"So?"
After a short pause, Twilight loudly cleared her throat. "Um..."
"Uh-huh, I see. What's wrong with it?"
Twilight rubbed her face, groaning as she searched for a way to put it nicely. "It's just too... you."
"You said it was supposed to represent me!"
"Yes, but..." Twilight pinched the bridge of her nose. "It was supposed to be about something you felt best represented you, not actually about you. I guess I wasn't very clear on that."
Rainbow leered at her, and Twilight cringed, waiting for an 'I told you so' to smack her in the face. "So, in other words: 'it sucks, it was a total waste of time, I'm so sorry for forcing you into it, Rainbow?'"
Yep, there it was.
"Well, no--" She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "It's... a good start..." She gulped and looked down at the mess of words that, in her opinion, couldn't rightfully be called poetry. Returning her gaze to her friend, she failed to stop her left ear from twitching rapidly. "In the future, you don't have to make everything rhyme. Rhyme scheme sometimes restricts the flow of a poem because you're limited to a certain range of words. And if you decide to do so, you can't rhyme a word with itself. There were quite a few mechanics issues you should work on as well; other than that, it was..." She coughed. "...a commendable effort."
Rainbow narrowed her eyes. "I'm not writing any more poems, Twilight; I told you that already. I did what you asked. I'm done. Finished. Déjà vu."
"That's not what that means."
"Whatever!" Rainbow threw her hooves up with a snort. "Point is, I did the assignment. Can we just go back to being normal, not-writing-buddies-anymore friends?"
Twilight sighed, glancing disappointedly at the scrawlings in the notebook before closing her eyes. "Fine."
"Sweet." Rainbow stood and stretched her wings, turning towards the front door of the library. "Well, I gotta get going. You know, clouds to take care of, and all that."
"Oh, wait," Twilight called. She grabbed the notebook with her magic, holding it out under Rainbow's nose. "Keep the notebook. You might need it for something."
"Alright." Rainbow tucked the notebook under a wing and trotted out the door. "Thanks, Twi, see ya later."
"Bye, Rainbow."
After kicking the last of the clouds from the sky, Rainbow glided lazily over Ponyville, relishing the warmth of the setting sun. She turned to admire the streaks of orange and pink with a contented smile on her face, eventually snapping to attention again and landing on the front porch of her cloud home.
Once inside, she fixed herself a quick snack, bringing it into her bedroom. Her focus was suddenly caught by the thin notebook resting on her bed, which she had deposited there after visiting the library earlier. Rolling her eyes, Rainbow pushed it to the foot of the bed and chuckled as she sat back against the pillows, quickly scarfing down some hay chips from the bag next to her. C'mon Twilight, you shoulda known that poetry isn't my thing.
...
Not that I can't write good poetry, or anything, she thought with a frown. Her eyes settled once again on the notebook, observing it cautiously, as though it would jump up and bite her at any second. I totally could... you know, if I wanted to. She looked past it, letting her gaze drift to the window, where the sunset was at its finest, casting glorious beams of multicolored light across the sky.
Right?
A few weeks later, Twilight was busily reshelving books when a loud bump came from the front door. The alicorn trotted over to it and opened it, revealing a dazed Derpy Hooves sprawled out on the ground. She reached up with a shaking hoof clutched around a thin, rectangular parcel, trying to stop her eyes from spinning. "Package for you," she slurred, letting her arm go limp after Twilight had taken it from her.
"Derpy, are you alright?" Twilight asked, helping the mailmare to her unsteady hooves. "Do you need to come inside for a moment?"
"No, I'm good," Derpy reassured her. "Thanks anyway, though."
"Okay. Have a good day!" The two ponies waved to each other as Derpy took off, continuing on her delivery route. Twilight backed inside the library and shut the door, wondering about the contents of the package. Sitting down on the couch, she tore open the wrapping and blinked in confusion.
The notebook she had given to Rainbow weeks before stared back at her, though now the word "Poetry" was written in black ink with surprising neatness on the front cover. Above it were the scratched-out words "Amazingly Awesome," as well as a small doodle of Rainbow Dash's cutie mark. Her curiosity building, Twilight opened it to the first page.
Being the ever-observant Twilight Sparkle, the first thing that caught her eye were the sloppy frills tangled in the notebook's binding, left behind from what appeared to be two missing pages. Finally, she let her eyes trail across the first remaining page, and her eyes widened.
Okay Sparkle,
I'll try.